"Yes, sir!"
"Under?"
"Colonel Hausman, sir, thirteenth regiment."
"You have your papers?"
I passed over the little packet which Guest had given me. My questioner studied them carefully, glancing up every now and then at me. Then he folded them up and laid them upon the table.
"You speak German with an English accent," he remarked, looking at me keenly.
"I have lived nearly all my life in America," I reminded him.
"You are sure," he said, "that you understand the significance of your request to join the No. 1 Branch of the Waiters' Union?"
"Quite sure, sir," I told him.
"Stand over there for a few minutes," he directed, pointing to the farthest corner of the room.